Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 203 Mistaking Qiao Xiya for Qiao Xixian

Chapter 203: Chapter 203 Mistaking Qiao Xiya for Qiao Xixian

"Ah!"

Qiao Xiya was unexpectedly pushed to the ground and stared in astonishment as Yin Moran staggered to push open the door of the private room, slamming it shut with a bang.

"Qiao, are you okay?"

Behind her, Shen Bing hurriedly put her phone in her pocket and quickly walked over to help Qiao Xiya up.

Qiao Xiya dazedly looked at the private room ahead, her fingernails digging into Shen Bing’s flesh.

"Why did he push me away? Am I really that unappealing?"

"It’s not that, Mr. Yin is a faithful man, he must still be thinking about your sister, so..."

Shen Bing bore the pain in her hand and hurriedly reassured her.

"Really?"

Qiao Xiya’s eyes roved and her fiery red lips curled slightly as she nodded her head.

"Did you get that scene on camera? Especially the part where we were kissing?"

"I got it. Qiao, take a look..."

Shen Bing quickly showed the video to Qiao Xiya.

Qiao Xiya watched the video with interest and was quite satisfied.

"Good, edit these videos and send them to the journalists."

Even if Yin Moran denied their relationship in public, she wanted the onlookers to speculate incessantly.

And Lin Qian, I wonder what she will think when she sees the photo of me kissing Moran!

She must be very angry!

Qiao Xiya sneered coldly, a mysterious light flickering in her almond eyes.

What she couldn’t have, no one else should even think about obtaining!

"Qiao, Chen Fei sent a message saying they have finished their meal and are heading back."

Shen Bing had just received a message from Chen Fei.

"Okay, let’s leave, too."

Although she hadn’t managed to cause any trouble for Lin Qian, the interaction with Yin Moran was a pleasant surprise!

Qiao Xiya put on her sunglasses, took one last glance at the private room, and then gracefully left.

The next day.

Meili luxury suite.

The morning sun refracted through the slightly lifted gauze curtains, casting a hazy glow that outlined the handsome, innocent features of the sleeping man.

The man in deep slumber seemed less harsh and more peaceful than when awake.

Yet even in sleep, his brows were habitually furrowed.

The door opened and someone came in.

With a whoosh, they drew back the curtains.

"Old Yin, wake up!"

A familiar voice rang out, and the sudden brightness made Yin Moran frown and instantly wake up.

He opened his eyes, gazed at the ceiling, and looked towards Nangong Li standing by him as he sat up and rubbed his sore temples.

"What time is it?"

The man’s voice was hoarse from just waking, Nangong Li smirked, "It’s almost seven, you better get up, or I guarantee your future wife won’t bother with you anymore."

Hearing this, Yin Moran paused the hand massaging his temples and looked at Nangong Li with a slight frown, "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? I want to ask you! Old Yin, what did you do last night while I was escorting Lin Qian home?"

Nangong Li snapped his phone onto Yin Moran’s bed with a flick of his wrist and tilted his chin, motioning him to take a look.

Yin Moran, brows twisting in confusion, picked up the phone.

When he saw the news, his finely arched brows twisted even tighter, as if to crush a fly.

His temples throbbed again, and Yin Moran rubbed them, his thin lips tightly sealed as he scrolled down.

The news featured photos of him kissing Qiao Xiya.

There were both moving and still images.

In the photos, he was gazing affectionately at Qiao Xiya, looking very much like a couple in a relationship.

"Old Yin, these photos can’t be real, right?"

Nangong Li’s voice came from above, Yin Moran tossed the phone to him, pinched the bridge of his nose, and got out of bed.

"Not talking? So you admit it? You really did kiss Xiya last night?"

Nangong Li stared at Moran, "Could it be that you were drunk last night, not in your right mind, and mistook Xiya for Xixian?"

That’s a bit exaggerated!

If the photo is real, then the only possibility is that the drunk Moran mistook Xiya for Xixian.

After all, Xiya and Xixian are sisters, and they do look somewhat similar.

Moran didn’t deny it, but instead, he took out his phone and dialed Han Chen’s number, "Han Chen, suppress the trending topic about me and Ya."

"Okay, Mr. Yin, I’ve arrived at your villa. The housekeeper said you haven’t returned all night. Should I wait for you, or should I take the young lady directly to Lijing Garden to meet Miss Lin and her son?"

Han Chen’s inquiry came from the other end of the phone, and Moran, glancing at his own unwashed body, replied, "You go directly to Lijing Garden, have the bodyguards keep a sharp watch and ensure their safety. Don’t let the reporters harass them and her son."

"Alright."

"And... forget it."

He decided it was better to explain the news in person to Lin Qian.

After hanging up the phone, Moran pinched the bridge of his nose and turned around only to meet Nangong Li’s squinting, peach-blossom eyes.

"Old Yin, tell me the truth, what else happened last night with Xiya?"

"Nothing else happened."

Moran bypassed him, heading directly towards the washroom, "I went out for some air and ran into Xiya. I had drunk a bit too much, and when I was distracted, she made her move. I pushed her away as soon as I realized, and then you came back."

He wondered who had taken that picture.

And he wondered what Lin Qian would think when she saw the news.

Headache!

"Really?"

Nangong Li leaned against the bathroom door, arms crossed, "And here I was, speaking highly of you all night long, and you went ahead and added your own drama quietly, let’s see how you explain it to Lin Qian."

Moran remained silent, only extending his hand to close the door.

"Wait."

Nangong Li stuck his foot against the door, "Old Yin, we agreed that we would put the past behind us after last night’s drinking, right? If you don’t let it go, you’re really going to lose your future wife."

For the sake of his old friend’s happiness, what trouble he had gone through!

Moran glanced at him, his lips parting slightly, "You’re annoying."

"Hey! And you say I’m annoying! People wish I would annoy them, and they aren’t even qualified!"

"Alright, old man, I’m going to take a shower, so get out."

"Old man? I shouldn’t have helped you out yesterday!"

"What did you even do?"

"I’m not telling you!"

Nangong Li left with a huff, strutting back to the couch.

Moran hooked his lips upward, his mood suddenly enlightened.

He certainly had to turn the page on the past.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t just be Xixian that he’d be betraying.

Lijing Garden.

In the fragrant kitchen, Lin Qian leaned against the Liu Li Platform, staring blankly at the news on her phone.

Moran had actually kissed Xiya at Meili!

Was this real or just another photobomb?

She didn’t want to think so poorly of Moran, but seeing such news, her heart couldn’t help but clench.

The comments section was already blowing up.

Because it was so ironic.

Moran had just cleared up his relationship with Xiya that afternoon, but by evening, the two were caught kissing.

Looking at that photo in the news, saying there was nothing between them, she would never believe it.

Because in that photo, the way Moran looked at Xiya was clearly affectionate, just like looking at a lover.

Lover!

Xiya?

No!

Perhaps he wasn’t looking at Xiya, but had mistaken Xiya for Xixian.